Tagged: garden
there is a system
there is a system
to stripping away zinnia
petals – this morning’s
goldfinch in mama’s flowerbeds,
waiting to be rewarded
.
20210823:1635
y
all at once, you are
all at once, you are
everywhere – in the butterfly
visiting the west
side, the dragonfly passing
through the garden this morning
.
20210814:1909
y
mama’s hydrangeas,
mama’s hydrangeas,
fighting for their dear life, an
offering to our deer
.
20210619:2142
y
between the flower
between the flower
beds and the hummingbird feeders
is a battlefield
of drunken, dead, and dying
bumblebees, we wash our hands
.
20210616:1908
y
mama’s perilla
mama’s perilla
eventually takes over
the garden every
year, understanding that our
nervous system depends on it
.
20210614:1938
y
half-an-hour to
half-an-hour to
sunrise, one hour before
the guests arrive in
our backyard, staying alert to
guard mama’s sweet potato leaves
.
20210613:1050
y
those end of summer
those end of summer
gardening days, coveting our
neighbor’s ghost peppers
.
20210527:1622
y
the broken purslane
the broken purslane
that stealthily hitchhiked home
with us and almost
died twice from a collective
neglect finally felt at home
.
20210310:2004
y
someone is keeping
someone is keeping
score – petunias making their
mark on the driveway
.
20210307:1701
y
it takes months of work
it takes months of work
to be able to steal fresh mint
from our own garden
.
20210220:2028
y
